Mike:
GUYS! I THOUGHT WE HAD A TRUCE!
Chica:
We do... what's wrong?
Mike:
BONNIE JUST TRIED TO MURDER ME!
Foxy:
What the fuck Bonnie?
Bonnie:
I TOLD YOU SOMEONE FUCKED WITH MY PROGRAMMING! IT'S NOT MY FAULT!
Freddy:
... Bonnie, you realize you aren't just a fucking robot, right?
Bonnie:
DUH! The fucked up programming took over though!
Mike:
... STAY OUT OF MY OFFICE THEN!
Golden Freddy:
LMAO, is that fucked up programming making you do the tango in the dining area?
Chica:
Maybe he just wanted to know if you could help Mike.
Mike:
I'M A FUCKING SECURITY GUARD!
Freddy:
We know who you are dumbass... you know more than you're claiming to know.
Foxy:
You literally just changed your last name... You fucking kept Mike, which is a shortened version of MICHAEL!
Mike:
I really should've thought that through... oops.
Bonnie:
So, can you help or not?
Mike:
... maybe... IF I FUCKING SURVIVE!
Golden Freddy:
Just turn him off... LOL, it's pretty simple.
Mike:
... fair enough.
Chica:
Just wait until he stops playing golf... WITH FUCKING AIR!
Freddy:
His golf skills are fucking terrible.
Bonnie:
I CAN'T STOP! Alkdjfirotjalfdksjnbcmvnzcxvmmalfkjowtiuqwop
Foxy:
... what?
Golden Freddy:
I don't think I understand.
Mike:
And... I turned him off... and his arms will not go down.
Freddy:
He looks ridiculous.
Chica:
... he really does. Why is his mouth open like that?
Golden Freddy:
At least he didn't twerk.
Mike:
Don't put that image in my head...
Foxy:
Mike, when you're done with Bonnie, can you delete that image from my database?
Freddy:
Same.
Chica:
LMAO, I think it's funny.
Golden Freddy:
It is funny...
Mike:
... OK... he should be fine. It was just a fucking virus.
Chica:
Are you fucking serious?
Bonnie:
WHY WOULD I FUCKING TWERK?
Chica:
BECAUSE YOU'RE BONNIE!
Freddy:
That response makes too much sense.
Bonnie:
So... should I twerk then?
Foxy:
NO! FUCKING NO!
Mike:
I'll be in the office if anyone needs me...
Foxy:
I DO! DELETE THAT IMAGE FROM MY FUCKING DATABASE!
Mike:
I can't delete it from my brain so you have to suffer with me...
Freddy:
YOU SUCK MICHAEL!
Mike:
SHUT UP FAZBEAR!
Freddy:
YOU SHUT UP AFTON...
Golden Freddy:
Yeah... how about no.
Mike:
I agree with that... let's not mention that last name.
Freddy:
Yeah... I should've thought about that...
Chica:
That name shall never be mentioned again.
Bonnie:
FUCK YOU FREDDY!
Foxy:
Damn Bonnie... chill.
Bonnie:
HE BROKE MY GUITAR AGAIN!
Freddy:
... oh. I thought you were mad about the last name thing.
Golden Freddy:
Same. I was like, that's a lot of fucking aggression. LMAO
Mike:
Freddy... just stop fucking with Bonnie's guitar.
Freddy:
... no
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